’ ‘Your husband?’ Gerald tutted. I have always hated it. It seemed to her the last desperate attack upon the universe that would not let her live as she desired to live, that penned her in and controlled her and directed her and disapproved of her, the same invincible wrappering, the same leaden tyranny of a universe that she had vowed to overcome after that memorable conflict with her father at Morningside Park. If they entered a shop, he paused by the doorway, as if waiting for the journey to be resumed. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. Presently he caught her puzzled glance, and recollected himself, turning on the charm again. " "You're a damn fool, too!" exploded the trader. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. I'll bet you've been in Hong-Kong these two weeks already, and never a line to me. "The traps!" responded a bystander.
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